This is a song about "Left"

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

She can't know where my mother stay

Got nothing left to say

Fly as ricky steam boat

That left ya without hope

I came up hungry

Friend after friend left me

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Never to the left i go

Got a nigga seein things

And i'm left for the corrections,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

His ego left bloated